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Harry - What are you wearing, right now?
Louis snorted loudly, rocking back and forth on his chair.
Louis - You’re a perv.
Harry - You naked, baby?
This time, Louis laughed and shook his head, typing his answer.
Louis - I’m in Ferrari’s motorhome.
Harry - Kinky.
Louis bit his bottom lip, still shaking his head.
They had been texting non stop all week.
Louis couldn’t for the life of him understand how that had happened.
(But he couldn’t stop.)
Louis - You should be more concerned about qualifications and less concerned about what I am wearing.
Harry - I can do both.
Harry - I can kick your ass in quali and take care of your ass in my free time.
Louis hated him.
Cheeky fucker.
Louis - Keep going like that and you won’t have any of those things.
Louis - Ever again.
Harry - Okay, baby.
Louis - You’re not the only man who can give it to me, you know.
Harry - Keep telling yourself that.
“Ooooooh no, you’re not.” he murmured to himself.
Louis - I’m waiting for Charles right now, actually.
The answer took longer to arrive.
Good.
Harry - Stop that.
Harry - You’re not funny.
Louis - I’m not joking.
Harry - You’re a brat.
Louis giggled.
Louis - What can I say… I have a type. Tall, broad shoulders, beautiful eyes and dimples.
Harry - So
Harry - I’m your type, then?
Harry - That’s what you’re saying?
Harry - I’m flattered.
Harry - (And not that surprised)
Louis blushed, straightening up on his chair.
“FUCK.”
He had walked right into this one!
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck”
And he had to answer something!
FUCK.
Louis - The point is that CHARLES is my type.
There.
That should do.
Harry - Charles is straight, you’re stuck with me. ;)
Louis - For now.
Louis - I have other options, you know.
Harry - Whatever you say, baby.
Louis scrunched his nose and was ready to answer, but Charles and the Ferrari team came in while talking with animation and Louis had to lay down his phone.
(He hated that Harry would think he had the last word.)
(He would have to make him pay for it later.)
(Now that brought a smile to his face.)
- Qualifications.
Q1
“Hello everyone we are BACK!” Liam said with excitement and all three men were happily adjusting their mics and checking the screens.
“This session of qualification should be very interesting!” added Niall.
“Yes! Will the Ferraris get the pole? Will Styles get the pole?”
“Will someone else get the pole?”
“SO MANY QUESTIONS!” chuckled Liam. “And Q1 is about to start so I hope you’re all sat for this new weekend with us.”
🏎️
“Ohhh we’ve barely started but Tomlinson and Leclerc already are setting a strong pace on soft tires!”
“They’re posting very very competitive lap times as we speak.” added Niall.
“It’s obviously a message to Styles.” chuckled Zayn, shaking his head. “A kind of ‘come and get us if you can’ thing.”
Liam laughed, eyes scanning the screen.
“Styles is remaining cautious, though.” he said, “He seems to be conserving his tires and waiting for his time to strike.”
“He’s still P4. It’s enough for this Q1.” said Niall, arms crossed and brows furrowed.
“Are you seriously pouting?”
“Shut up Zayn.”
🏎️
“Oh my God Gasly is on fire today!”
“He really is.” chuckled Zayn. “Impressive performance from the Frenchman.”
“And that’s a Q2 for Pierre Gasly!”
“He’s having such a good start of a season, I’m happy for him.”
Out of Q1-
- Logan Sargeant.
- Guanyu Zhou.
- Kevin Magnussen.
- Nico Hülkenberg.
- Nyck de Vries.
Q2
“We’re back for the second part of this Qualification and things are already heating up!”
“The Ferraris are already out.”
“Styles as well!”
“Seems like the championship might be played between those three.”
“I love it!”
“Tomlinson is going to win it again.”
“Shut up, Zayn.”
“Can’t handle the truth, Horan?”
“Guys, we’re supposed to stay neutral, you know.” Liam tried.
“That’s your job, though, Payno.” chuckled Niall. “I’m for Styles, Zayn is for Tomlinson and you’re the only adult here.”
Liam rolled his eyes but it was very fond.
🏎️
“And the fastest tour goes to Louis Tomlinson!!!!” screamed a happy Zayn, almost jumping on his seat. “Oh that man is going for pole position this time, I can just feel it!”
“His rhythm is impressive.” agreed Liam. “And he’s aggressive over the track’s curbs which allows him in turn to create a significant gap over both Styles and his teammate.”
“Where is Styles, by the way?”
“He’s remaining methodical, securing his 3rd position right now.” Niall said.
“Leclerc is second.”
“But they’re both so close, only Tomlinson is almost certain to keep his pole.”
“Show is definitely on!”
🏎️
“And in the midfield Gasly shines again!” chuckled Niall.
“He’s 8th! 8th for Alpine and going into Q1!!!”
“What a comeback from Pierre!”
🏎️
Norris - Radio
“What the f*** is wrong with the balance of this car, guys?”
“We’re checking, Lando.”
“Oh, that would explain the pace of the McLaren this year…”
“They’re very clearly struggling.”
“Norris is securing the 13th position and I don’t see him getting a better position.”
“He’s going to be very disappointed.”
Out of Q2
- Lance Stroll
- Oscar Piastri
- Alexander Albon
- Yuki Tsunoda
- Lando Norris
Q3
“Who do you think will get this 2nd Pole Position of the season?”
“Tomlinson.” said Zayn firmly.
“What a surprise.” Niall rolled his eyes fondly.
“Have you seen him today?”
“You have to admit he’s been impressive, all aggressive and confident, Niall.” Liam added.
Niall grumbled something.
“He’s good.” he finally admitted after a second, “But I wouldn’t rule out Styles just yet.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.” this time Zayn rolled his eyes.
“Let’s see!” cut Liam before they could fight again.
🏎️
“And Louis Tomlinson snatches the best time lap!” screamed Liam.
“Ohh that time is going to be hard to beat.”
“Impressive!”
“And Leclerc is ending his lap… Far behind his teammate but still 2nd!”
“Styles?”
Liam hummed, checking the screen.
“Styles is 3rd but I don’t know if he’s pushing that much.”
Zayn crossed his arms, thinking.
“Maybe he’s holding out for an optimal window for his final lap?”
“Isn’t it risky, though?” asked Niall, frowning.
“It is.” admitted Liam, “But if it works he wins everything.”
“SO EXCITING!”
🏎️
“Only two minutes left and we don’t know about you but we’re sitting on the edge of our seats!”
“All of the drivers are out for one last try…”
“The pole is for Tommo, PERIOD.” Zayn said, crossing his arms.
“Okay, Z.”
“You’ll see!”
“He’s definitely pushing and OH MY GOD he’s next to Styles on the track. How is that possible?!”
“They’re on the same part of the track and Louis is attempting to overtake Harry…”
“Oh my GOD that is some late braking-”
“Styles is defending on the inside!”
And then they all gasped.
“OH MY GOD-”
“And LOUIS TOMLINSON IS LOSING CONTROL OF HIS CAR!”
“HE’S OUT OF THE TRACK!”
“HIS CAR IS CRASHED AGAINST THE WALL!”
A long silence settled when none of them dared to speak.
“Fuck, is he okay?????” finally exclaimed Niall, blue eyes worried.
“And we’ve got a red flag!”
“Tomlinson is still not out of his car…” Zayn murmured, leg jumping nervously.
The minutes seemed like hours.
Until…
“He’s getting out of the car!” Niall said, relieved. “Louis Tomlinson is up and alive and perfectly healthy ladies and gentlemen!”
“He’s getting out of the car as we speak, waving at the roaring crowd to prove he’s alright.” chuckled Liam with relief as well.
“We can all breathe.”
“God, I hate accidents so much.”
“Well-”
Radio - Styles
“Red flag, Harry. Session stopped.”
Radio - Styles
“What happened?”
Radio - Styles
“Tomlinson crashed into the wall.”
Radio - Styles
“WHAT THE ****?! IS HE ALRIGHT?”
Radio - Styles
“We don’t know yet.”
Radio - Styles
“What happened? Is he alright? Is he out of the car?”
Radio - Styles
“Harry, bring the car back, please.”
Radio - Styles
“I don’t even - Is he alright?”
Radio - Styles
“Was it my fault? Did I push Louis out of the track?”
Radio - Styles
“Please. Please tell me.”
“It’s painful to see Styles this worried.” said Zayn softly and they all nodded.
No one dared to speak.
“Can someone tell him Louis is alright?”
Radio - Styles
“Tomlinson is fine. He’s out of the car, Harry.”
Styles - Radio.
“Thank ****.”
Niall made a strange noise after the radio ended and Zayn rolled his eyes while Liam only frowned, confused.
“What’s that noise about, Ni?”
Zayn snorted loudly.
“Niall has a conspiracy theory.”
“It’s not a conspiracy theory you twat, it's a theory period.”
Zayn rolled his eyes and groaned.
“Well, tell me!”added Liam.
Zayn and Niall shared a look.
And then Zayn was talking.
“He thinks Harry and Louis are shagging.”
Liam’s eyes widened.
“It’s so obvious!” exclaimed Niall suddenly with animation.
“Here we go again-” Zayn rolled his eyes.
“The tension, the eye contact, the touches, the tension !”
Liam laughed.
“You think something is going on between these two?” he asked, puzzled.
“I’m sure of it.”
“And I’m sure you’re an idiot.” Zayn murmured, clearing his throat.
Niall frowned at him.
“Don’t listen to him.” he pointed at Zayn, “He only wants Tomlinson for himself.”
“I do not !” Zayn blushed.
Niall rolled his eyes.
“How do you explain Harry’s reaction just now?”
“Because he was worried for his teammate?”
“Because he was worried for his boyfriend .” said Niall, moving his hands around to convince them.
“Oh my God you’re both insane.” laughed Liam, shaking his head. “Not that I’m not enjoying this because I am, but we should focus on the race again because we got information from the FIA. Qualifications will not resume…” Liam studied something on another screen. “Drivers will not be able to complete their flying laps…”
“Which means?”
“Which means that Harry is on pole position!” said Niall happily.
“What?” groaned Zayn. “Again?”
“Leclerc got stuck behind Louis’ accident so he finishes 3rd and Louis is 2nd on the grid, right behind Styles!”
“He’s going to crush Styles tomorrow.” muttered Zayn.
Liam only laughed.
Starting grid
1/Harry Styles
2/Louis Tomlinson
3/Charles Leclerc
4/George Russell
5/Max Verstappen
6/Sergio Perez
7/Pierre Gasly
8/Fernando Alonso
9/Esteban Ocon
10/ Valtteri Bottas
Louis was already waiting at the area before the post-qualification interview since he had been out of the car before everyone else, and he smiled when he saw Charles running to him with concerned eyes.
“You alright, mate?” the Monegasque driver asked, checking Louis’ body for injuries quickly.
Louis smiled.
“Perfect.” he nodded his eyes, “I’ve seen the crash and believe me it looks more serious than it was! Doc cleared me, I’m perfectly healthy.”
Charles smiled again and patted his shoulder.
“You scared me, you idiot.”
“So sorry I ruined your quali, though.”
Charles rolled his eyes.
“Like I care. I’ll still crush you and Styles tomorrow.” he winked.
Louis laughed.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
Charles smiled again, dimples popping.
(God, he was so effortlessly perfect.)
“Have to go, but we’ll talk after?”
Louis rolled his eyes fondly.
“Go, stupid.” he murmured, nodding at where Niall Horan was waiting for them with a mic for their interview.
Charles left and Louis resumed what he had been doing before his friend arrived.
Waiting for Harry.
And finally he saw the Mercedes driver walking to him but something was wrong in his steps.
Louis knew him that well to know that.
Harry was tense.
His helmet was still on - which was a clear sign he didn’t want people to see his eyes.
Oh God.
He finally stopped in front of Louis, chest heavy and his right hand was closing and opening by his sides.
Louis could feel his turmoil like it was his own and it hurt .
“Are you alright?” the curly man said through clenched teeth.
Louis’ chest was as heavy.
“Harry, I’m fine.”
Louis took a small step to him by instinct and then remembered they were out in the open with thousands of eyes on them and stopped himself, taking one back instead.
Harry wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes were fleeting around without any purpose; he still looked way too tense.
He also looked about to snap.
And Louis wanted to comfort him so badly he felt it in his bones.
“I’m fine.” he tried instead.
Because he needed Harry to see, he needed Harry to smile again.
But then the Mercedes driver was talking again.
“Did you crash because I defended too harshly against you?”
Oh.
“Haz-” Louis’ voice broke.
“Did you?” Harry asked, voice firm and distant.
Louis panicked.
Just like that.
“I crashed after.” admitted Louis. “But-”
“Fuck.” Harry shook his head. “ Fuck .”
“It’s not your fault-”
Harry shook his head bitterly and Louis would have kept saying it wasn’t his fault for hours if need be but he was suddenly called to do his interview.
He turned toward Niall, then toward Harry.
Again.
And again.
“Go.” breathed Harry, his hand raising and falling by his sides like he wanted to hold Louis to his chest but remembered himself.
Louis hesitated.
(He would have probably let Harry hold him, was the truth.)
But he left.
🏎️
“Louis Tomlinson!” Niall smiled when Louis stopped in front of him,smiling back.
“How are you, mate? That was an impressive crash back there!”
Louis chuckled, looking around and waving at the crowd to make sure they knew he was perfectly okay.
“I know it was impressive but it was more fear than harm.”
Niall smiled brightly.
“And what happened?”
Louis couldn’t do this.
He needed to go back to Harry.
Right now.
He looked around and caught sight of Charles, waiting for him.
“Nothing.” he smirked, “Just an inchident.”
The crowd roared, Niall laughed and Charles rolled his eyes fondly.
Louis only smirked.
And he turned the other way, trying to catch Harry’s eyes and see if he was laughing at Louis’ joke.
But Harry wasn’t laughing.
He was still frowning, helmet now off but arms crossed and eyes distant.
Fuck.
Louis was getting out of the Ferrari meeting after quali to talk about the strategies of the race when Charles caught his elbow before they walked their separate ways.
“Have you checked up on socials?”
“Nope.” Louis frowned. “I was with you the whole time, how could I have?”
Charles didn’t smile, he looked worried.
That was worrying in itself.
“Do that.” he said and added, “And then maybe check on Styles after you did.”
Louis’ blood turned to ice.
Harry?
What did Harry have to do with all of that?
The blue-eyed man nodded and hurried to leave the room and get to his car where he unlocked his phone and immediately went to the internet.
And he froze again when he saw the multiple headlines.
(Oh God.)
“Panic on the radio : Syles’ emotional outburst after Tomlinson’s crash.”
“Was it my fault?- Styles' concern for Tomlinson sparks emotional Q3 drama.”
“Styles gets the pole but shows vulnerability after Tomlinson’s scary crash.”
Louis wasn’t sure he could breathe.
Oh God.
He had not realized-
He should have realized-
The blue-eyed man went to twitter and in a couple of minutes found what he had been looking for.
Harry’s radio.
He immediately listened to it.
And then he couldn’t breathe again.
He needed to get to Harry.
Now.
Barely twenty minutes later, Louis was standing in Harry’s hotel room, studying the taller man very closely.
Harry was pale, his jaw was clenched and he was holding himself tightly.
No.
That wouldn’t do.
Louis wanted his Harry back.
WAIT.
Not his Harry.
He didn’t mean-
He didn’t mean it like that!
He-
What he meant was-
He wanted the usual cheeky, confident, unbearable Harry back.
That Harry.
Louis needed that Harry back.
That was what he meant.
He shook his head and took a step closer, searching for Harry’s eyes.
“Haz.” he tried softly and Harry scrunched his nose quickly, clenching his jaw and finally meeting Louis’ eyes. “I’m alright.”
For a while, the green-eyed man said nothing, just looked at Louis like he was an enigma he needed to resolve.
“You could have been really hurt, Lou.” he finally said, still so tense.
No.
That wouldn’t do.
And if Louis needed to sacrifice himself on this one?
He would.
(That was how much of a good person he actually was.)
(And he planned to make Harry pay for it later.)
So he sighed and took a small step closer to the curly man.
“Haz.” he said again and hesitantly reached to uncross one of Harry’s arms, reaching for his hand and laying it around his waist.
Harry didn’t relax but his hand closed around Louis’ hip, bringing him closer to his chest.
(Small victory.)
“You could have been really hurt.” the Mercedes driver finally murmured again, like it cost him to say.
Louis sighed softly.
“But I wasn’t.”
“You could have been really hurt and it would have been my fault.” Harry murmured, frowning and visibly still very upset.
Blue eyes searched for green.
“No.” Louis said firmly. “It would have been a racing incident.”
Harry scoffed bitterly, shaking his head and taking a step back.
But no.
Louis took a step closer and cupped Harry’s jaw, forcing their eyes to meet again.
“I’m fine, Harry.” their eyes locked. “I promise.” Harry’s eyes darkened and fell on his lips. He swallowed and raised a hand to cup the side of Louis’ neck, settling on his pulse. “See?” whispered the Ferrari driver, so affected by the touch and the proximity. “All fine.” he swallowed dryly.
Harry said nothing.
For a long while.
A very long while.
And then, he leant in and kissed Louis.
Just like that.
And it wasn’t harsh, it wasn’t hard.
It was just so soft.
So sweet.
Like a reassurance.
His hold on Louis’ neck tightened slightly and Louis gasped, making Harry deepen the kiss.
The Ferrari driver was clutching at Harry’s shirt, trying to stay upright and not melt into the other man.
Harry didn’t seem to be able to stop kissing him.
Finally they had to, if only to breathe.
“You’re really fine.” Harry murmured breathless, some light returning - at last, in the green of his beautiful eyes.
“I really am.” Louis smiled, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips. “I really am.”
And then it was like something broke in Harry and he looked terribly weary.
(Louis hated that look on him, he decided that right here and there.)
“I was scared…” he murmured, not moving back.
Louis’ heart was actually hurting.
“I know you were, babe.”
Harry smiled happily at that term of endearment, dimple popping.
Louis could have made a sassy remark.
He could have.
But he was way too happy to see the real Harry back.
Way too happy to see the dimples back.
So instead, he just rolled his eyes.
And then he reached for something in his back pocket and chuckled when Harry’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Plus,” Louis said softly, raising the card between them. “I’m always wearing this so nothing bad can ever happen to me.” he shrugged, putting the tarot card back in his pocket where it belonged.
Some muscle worked in Harry’s jaw.
And then he was kissing Louis again.
Deeper, this time.
So deep that Louis had to take a step back and another, and another, and soon enough he was caged against the wall, taking it as Harry kept kissing him like it was the end of the world.
Or the beginning of it, he couldn’t tell anymore.
“Stay here with me tonight.” Harry murmured against his lips.
Louis whined, let his head fall back against the door.
“Haz…” he breathed, blue eyes locked onto green. “Not before a race, you know that-”
But the curly man was already shaking his head.
“I’ll behave.” Louis raised an eyebrow at that and Harry laughed, “I will! I promise.” and then in that soft voice again, “I just need you close to me tonight. Please.”
Oh God.
How was he supposed to say no to that?
HOW?
Louis raised his hand, stroking Harry’s cheek tenderly and the younger one leant on the hand, eyes pleading.
“No funny business?”
“Promise.”
“And you won’t crowd me in your bed?”
“That I can’t promise.”
They both chuckled at that.
“Okay.” smiled Louis. “Okay.”
(There was never another answer possible.)
Harry’s smile was brighter than the bloody sun on Louis’ tarot card as he leant in to kiss him again.
🏎️
Louis went back to his room quickly to get some of his stuff and then he glared at Harry when the other man seemed way too happy with himself once he was back.
“Don’t get used to it because this is not happening again.” he warned and Harry rolled his eyes, walking to him and kissing his temple tenderly.
“Okay, baby.”
“It’s not.” said Louis again, weaker.
Harry laughed and they both got into their sleeping clothes quickly - well, sleeping boxers for Harry the nudist, and went to bed.
And it was kinda strange, actually.
Because they had never found themselves in bed together without actual sex.
Louis didn’t quite know what to do or how to act.
He was nervous.
“Need you closer.” Harry murmured in the dark of the night, one arm wrapping around Louis waist immediately and bringing him to his chest in one smooth move.
Louis tried very hard to not just melt.
He really did.
(Really.)
“This is not happening again.” he said again instead, muffled against Harry’s muscled chest.
“Okay, baby.”
“I’m so serious right now, Styles.”
“Okay, baby.” Harry murmured, seemingly half asleep and leaving a kiss to Louis’ head. “Sleep, now.”
“I’ll do what I want.”
Harry chuckled sleepily.
“Of course you will.” another kiss. “Now sleep.”
Louis grumbled something but Harry was lucky, he actually was tired.
So he let himself fall asleep.
But on his conditions.
Not Harry’s.
(Never Harry’s.)
Louis woke up to the sound of his alarm and frowned, buried himself in the chest underneath his face, not wanting to wake up.
He was warm, he was safe, he was happy.
He didn’t want to move.
Like ever.
“Lou, make it stop.” Harry groaned, moving behind him and Louis groaned in answer.
He tried to move but Harry tightened the arm he had around his shoulders and brought him closer to him in the process.
Stupid Styles.
“Then let me go, you caveman.” he breathed, still not moving.
Harry chuckled, removing the arm that was around Louis to allow the blue-eyed man to get access to his phone and stop the alarm.
Louis sighed and sat on the bed, looking at his sleepy…
Sleepy what?
Not boyfriend, that was for certain.
But friend didn’t seem like enough.
Fuck buddy?
Nope.
Well, looking at this sleepy Harry.
(He didn’t have to figure it out right now.)
(They had time.)
(They were fine.)
It was the very first time since they had started whatever they were now that they had spent the night together without anything remotely sexual.
The first time.
And Louis didn’t know what to think about that.
(He actually didn’t want to think about that.)
So he got up and started putting on his clothes before turning around to Harry, who was now up even if he was scratching his jaw, eyes still sleepy.
Fuck, he was beautiful.
So beautiful.
“I have to go.” Louis murmured, way more fond than he would have liked.
Harry yawned and nodded, taking Louis’ hand and bringing him to his chest again.
“Okay.” and then he pushed some of Louis’ hair from his eyes softly, “Be careful out there later, okay?”
“Harry-”
“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you for real.”
Louis’ heart was hammering in his chest.
Too raw.
Too honest.
Too real.
And Harry’s panicked radio kept rolling in his mind…
So instead of showing Harry how freaked out he was, he tried a smile and kissed his cheek softly.
“I’ll be fine. And you’ll be able to see that because I’ll be in front of you all the time.”
Harry laughed happily, green eyes shining.
“We’ll see about that, baby.”
Louis scrunched his nose.
Harry was lucky it was still so early.
Because Louis was not his baby.
He was not.
But he’d tell that to him later.
It was race time.
Finally.
Hours later after a good shower, a breakfast and lots of pre-race meetings…
Louis was finally in the paddock getting ready for the race.
And he couldn’t wait.
This had to be his favourite feeling ever .
But something was actually wrong.
And that something was Harry.
Harry, who kept looking at him like he would break and Louis hated that.
He wanted that worried look out of Harry’s face…
And he knew exactly how to do that.
🏎️
“What are we doing here?” the curly man frowned, looking around the empty meeting room, puzzled.
Louis locked the door and took a deep breath, turning toward the other man.
“You have to swear to me right now you won’t hold back on the track today.” he asked pointedly and the guilty look on Harry’ face told him everything he needed to know. “ Harry .”
“Look-”
“No.” the blue-eyed man said firmly. “If you won’t do that then whatever this is-” he pointed between the two of them. “It’s over.” Harry’s eyes widened and he paled.
“What?”
“I’m so serious right now, Harry.” he said, straightening up. “If you won’t treat me like an equal, I can’t be with you. In any way.”
They challenged each other for a minute.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Dead serious, this time.”
Harry sighed, running a hand through his curls.
“I’m just worried about you.”
“I know.” Louis said, softly this time, as he walked to Harry and searched for his eyes. “Don’t you think I’m worried about you, too? Because I am.” he said honestly, a soft blush at his admission. He reached for Harry’s hand and held it against his chest. “But I trust you to be smart about your choices and I trust your talent.” he took another step closer, “Harry, I trust you .” he murmured. “Please, trust me back.”
Harry swallowed and seemed to ponder his next words carefully.
“Okay.” he breathed, his free hand cupping Louis’ chin to tilt his head to him. “Okay, you win.”
Louis bit down a smirk.
“I always do, don’t I?”
Harry rolled his eyes fondly, thumb stroking his chin as he leant in to peck his lips quickly.
“Don’t you, indeed.”
- THE RACE
Lap 1/57.
“We’re back for the second race of the season!”
“And this one will be very interesting.”
“So far, three drivers are fighting for the head of the championship.”
“And none of them is ready to give up!”
🏎️
“And the lights are out, my friends!”
“Leclerc and Styles getting off to a strong start at the front…”
“BUT IT’S TOMLINSON WHO IS IMMEDIATELY ATTACKING!”
“AND HE’S TAKING FIRST POSITION AFTER THE FIRST CORNER!!!”
“Well done, Tommo!!!”
“But Harry doesn’t seem to let him get away with it and they’re not wheel-to-wheel through every corner…”
“Oh my God, that's intense!”
“Leclerc is right on their tails, very obviously monitoring the fight in front of him and wondering if he can benefit from it and overtaking them both!”
“Tomlinson is ahead for now, stealing Harry’s first position but how long could this last?”
🏎️
“The Alpine cars of Gasly and Ocon put on a solid performance, holding their ground firmly in the top 10 !”
“Gasly is even overtaking a few other drivers…”
“Amazing!”
“The McLarens on the other hand are struggling to find their pace and are stuck at the back of the field…”
“It’s a complicated start of a season for the McLaren boys.”
Lap 5/57.
“We’re at the 5th lap and the top three drivers are continuing to swap the lead with every corner of the track.”
“They truly are impressive and none of them is letting go!”
“That’s a show!”
“The battle is seriously going on between Louis and Harry though…”
“Yes, Leclerc is still in the fight but it begins to look like he’s struggling to keep up with the frantic pace of the other two ahead.”
🏎️
“In the midfield, Gassly is pulling off impressive move after impressive move and climbing further up the standings!”
“So happy for Pierre.”
🏎️
“Ohhhh Norris is stuck in 14th position…”
“These McLaren are unable to compete this year.”
“Lando said they’re working on improvements on their car.
“Hope for them it will work !”
Lap 10/57.
“Styles and Tomlinson are still battling at the front but the advantage now seems to be for Louis…” said Liam, looking around.
“Yep. And Charles is beginning to lose a bit of ground but remains solid in his 3rd position.”
🏎️
“Gasly continues his climb and is now 7th!”
“The Alpines are showing a great cohesion this start of the season and it’s good to see.”
“The team deserves it.”
Lap 15/57
Radio Styles -
“Can you stay on these tires?”
Radio Styles -
“Hm, I’m not sure guys.”
Radio Styles-
“5 more laps, Harry.”
Radio Styles -
“Let’s do this, then.”
“What are they doing?” asked Niall, confused.
“His tires are gone, mate…”
“What will Ferrari do?”
“It looks like they’re keeping Tomlinson out as well.” said Liam, frowning.
“What are they doing?”
“I think they’re hoping Harry’s degradation will give him an advantage.”
“This shall be interesting.”
🏎️
“Russell is making a strong comeback and snatching himself the 6th position on the grid!”
“He’s taken advantage of a few mistakes ahead of him.”
“Smart man.”
🏎️
“And PIerre is now 5th on the grid!”
“Oh… I think we’re going to have a battle for the 3rd position between Gasly and Leclerc very soon.”
“These two are absolutely inseparable off the track, can’t wait to see them fight on the track!” exclaimed Niall happily.
Lap 20/57
“And pit stops are now done, my friends!”
“Styles is coming out with fresh tires and is currently attempting to regain the lead…”
“Tomlinson is still in front but his position might be under threat.”
Zayn hummed.
“Pierre Gasly is 4th now!”
“Yeah, he took advantage of Ferrari’s slow stop for Charles…”
“So much is happening!”
“And it’s not even mid-race!”
Lap 30/57
“Louis and Harry are still battling for the lead at an impressive pace!”
“I can barely breathe here!” Niall whined, wiping his forehead.
“Niall, you’re squeezing my arm.”
“But I can barely breathe!”
“I know. I heard. Still would like to keep my arm.” Zayn said, annoyed.
“Guys.”
🏎️
“Is Gasly trying to overtake Leclerc?”
“Ohhhh HE IS!!!!”
“Leclerc is defending…”
“Oh my God there’s so little space…”
“And he’s going and-”
“And Gasly is 3rd!”
“But for how long?”
Radio Gasly -
“Woooow! Sorry not sorry, Charles!”
Radio Leclerc-
“Tell Pierre to not get too comfy. I’m coming for my position.”
“Haha! Love these two so much!” laughed Liam, shaking his head fondly.
“It’s great to see drivers fight on the track but stay polite about it.”
🏎️
Radio Piastri
“Oscar, we have to retire the car.”
“Oh that’s not good for McLaren.”
“It’s the worst start of the season for them.”
“Hope they can come back from that.”
Lap 40/57.
“Charles Leclerc is attacking Pierre again!”
“But Gasly is defending…”
“Charles is beginning to close the gap though…”
“It’s going to be hard for Pierre to keep his position!”
Radio Leclerc -
“Next time I’ll have him! Haha”
Radio Gasly-
“Tell Charles it’s not going to happen, he should give up!”
🏎️
“Styles is overtaking Tomlinson!!!”
“Oh my God, Styles is leading this race!!!”Niall almost screamed.
Radio Tomlinson-
“I’m getting my position back.”
Radio Styles-
“That’s how you do it! Bye Tommo!”
“Niall, I can feel your excitement.”
“They’re in love.”
“They’re not.”
“They are .”
“GUYS. The race. Please.”
Lap 50/57
“So this will be a battle till the end between Harry and Louis.” chuckled Zayn.
“They’re both constantly crossing each other in every bloody corner!”
“Tomlinson got his lead back but for how long?”
“It’s honestly impossible to know who will win this…”
“Leclerc is in 3rd position now but doesn’t have enough pace to catch up with the leading duo.”
“So it will be between Styles and Tomlinson…”
“Isn’t it always?”
“For God’s sake, Niall.”
Lap 55/57
“Two laps remaining!”
“And Styles is starting his final attempt… He’s going for an overtake in the final sector…”
“Can he overtake Louis?”
All of their eyes were stuck on the screen where the drivers were fighting.
“Tomlinson stays calm and shuts the door at each attempt Styles is making!”
“But Harry is slipping inside on the last corner! Can he do it?!”
“THEY ARE WHEEL-TO-WHEEL AGAIN!”
“I hope it won’t be like the qualification…”
“I can’t watch this…”
“OH MY GOD WHAT IS LOUIS DOING!”
“That is awfully bold of him…”
“Will it work?”
“IT DOES! TOMLINSON IS KEEPING THE LEAD WITH LESS THAN TWO LAPS TO GO!”
Lap 56/57
“This is the last lap, Styles and Tomlinson are side by side again-”
“In one final attack Styles is trying to overtake in the last corner…”
“But Tommo is blocking the attack!”
“AND IT’S A WIN FOR TOMLINSON! TOMLINSON WINS!!!!” Zayn shouted in a very rare display of emotions.
“Charles finishes third after a great fight.”
“Gasly takes 4th position which is a fantastic result for Alpine.”
Radio Tomlinson-
“YEAAAAAAAAH! WE DID IT GUYS!!! AMAZING RACE! TAKE THAT STYLES THE VICTORY IS MINE!”
Radio Tomlinson-
“You’ve been AMAZING, Louis. Amazing!”
Radio Styles-
“You’ll get him next time, Harry.”
Radio Styles-
“Oh I’m not worried. Tomlinson can have this one as a souvenir. I’ll have the other ones.”
“See? They’re so in love.” chuckled Niall.
Zayn only rolled his eyes.
Drivers championship-
1- Harry Styles (43 points)
2- Louis Tomlinson (40 points)
3- Charles Leclerc ( 33 points)
4- George Russell (16 points)
5- Sergio Perez (16 points)
6- Fernando Alonso (16 points)
7- Pierre Gasly (14 points)
8- Max Verstappen (10 points)
9- Lance Stroll (7 points)
10- Esteban Ocon (5 points)
Louis got his trophy and celebrated with his team before going back to the podium, feeling so happy with his first win of the season.
He won.
And he deserved it.
And Harry fought back.
And it was all too perfect.
And Louis WON.
And then he saw the smile on Harry’s face aimed his way from his 2nd position in the podium.
So bright.
So proud.
(It made his heart stutter.)
(Fuck.)
Louis was high on adrenaline.
So high.
His victory had taken a toll and now he needed a way to let it all out.
Right now.
That was why he was knocking on Harry’s door.
(That was the only reason why he was knocking on Harry’s door right now.)
The door opened and the curly man smirked, dimple popping as he popped his hip against the doorframe.
“Look who’s here.”
God Louis hated him.
And he also wanted him naked.
Like right now.
So he raised an eyebrow.
“If you don’t want me to be here.” he said, his finger sliding along his neck to his collarbone and Harry’s eyes followed it, eyes darkening.
“Lou…”
“I can always go and ask-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Harry wrapped an arm around his waist and brought him to his chest for a deep kiss, both moaning and walking inside as Louis closed the door with his feet.
“Baby…” Harry moaned, kissing his lips, his jaw and sliding to his neck before leaving a bruise on his collarbones.
“ Harry -”
“I was about to get into the shower” he whispered against the bruised skin, “Interested?”
Louis’ hand found his cheek, bringing their mouths together again in a hot kiss.
“Does that include less clothes?”
“It includes no clothes, actually.” he said, removing his shirt and finding themselves half naked in front of Louis.
Louis’ eyes darkened, he bit his bottom lip as his hands mapped the toned chest with lust.
“Perfect.”
Harry only smirked, taking Louis’ hand and walking back to the bathroom where the water was already running.
“Clothes off.” he murmured against Louis’ lips and the older man shivered but did as he was asked, never leaving Harry’s eyes as he removed every bit of clothes he had.
“God, you’re a vision.” Harry said, eyes darker than he had ever seen.
“Your turn.”
Harry did and they were both naked in the middle of the now fogged up bathroom.
“I want you.” Harry breathed, almost jumping on Louis. “Now.”
“I’m cold.” pouted Louis and the curly man laughed, walked him inside the shower and under the hot water.
“Better?”
Louis hummed happily, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck and kissing him, holding him so close.
They quickly hardened cocks were rubbing each other with each movement to get closer they made, and both were moaning in the other’s mouth.
“You did such a good job today, baby.” Harry breathed against his jaw and Louis whined, letting himself be praised. “So perfect.”
“I won.” Louis murmured and then gasped in Harry’s mouth when the other man took hold of his dick, working him slowly to full hardness. “Hazza…”
“I know, baby.” he chuckled breathlessly, thumbing the head. “You won. You arrived first and I was so so proud of you.”
Louis keened again, searching for his mouth and kissing him so he couldn’t say anything humiliating like begging for more.
Harry indulged him for a while and then his lips found his ears again.
“Let’s see who comes first now, shall we?”
A full-body shiver ran through Louis.
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s see if you’ll win that race too.”
Louis pouted, moving back.
“What do I win if I don’t?”
Harry chuckled, shaking his head fondly and kissing Louis’ nose.
“Whatever you want.”
Louis seemed to think about it, hissing when Harry resumed his movement firmer.
“I want your blue sweater, the one with the clouds that looked so soft and warm.”
Something flashed in Harry’s eyes but it was gone immediately.
“It’s yours.” he murmured, leaning in to kiss Louis for a second, all tongues and saliva. “And what if I win?”
“Then I’m letting you give me your sweater.” Louis sassed, raising an eyebrow.
Harry laughed again, dimples popping deeply.
“Okay, deal.”
🏎️
Louis should have known better than to bet on sex with Harry.
“Fuck” he groaned loudly, forehead hot on the cold wall of the shower.
Harry was on his knees behind him, licking into him like he was the most delicious thing ever and Louis was about to come. “Fuuuuck”
“You close, baby?” Harry chuckled breathlessly, licking around his hole to tease before going straight for it.
Louis hated him.
He did.
He really-
But then a finger was breaching in next to his tongue and a loud groan escaped him, shoulders tensing and legs trembling.
“Harry…”
“I know, love.”
“I-”
The finger turned into two and Harry pressed them right into his prostate, making Louis scream out.
“I- I’m so close- I-”
Louis’ fingers were trying to scratch at the wall, that was how good the whole thing was.
Harry chuckled, laying a kiss on Louis’ cheek.
“Let go, baby.”
“But-”
“You’ll have my sweater anyway.”
Another kiss.
“Harry-”
“You did so good today, you deserve to let go…”
And with that he went back in, his fingers putting pressure on his special spot and his tongue doing marvelous things…
And Louis came.
Just like that.
He actually blacked out a little and came back to himself to Harry, rubbing his hard dick against his cheeks and laying warm wet kisses after warm wet kisses on his neck, panting softly.
“Can I fuck you, Lou?”
Louis opened the mouth but nothing came out.
His voice was gone.
Instead, he nodded and wrapped a hand around Harry’s neck, bringing him closer to him.
The curly one seemed to understand the silent message and he moved back for a minute, making Louis whine unhappily.
“Just looking for lube and a condom, baby. Still right here.” he said from somewhere in the room.
Louis didn’t know.
Louis didn’t care.
He just wanted Harry inside of him like yesterday.
And then Harry’s warm body was right back and Louis whined happily, leaning back against his chest.
“Fuck.” Harry groaned, pushing three fingers inside and making Louis gasp. “Look at you… So pliant, so perfect…”
“Haz…”
“I know, baby.” he babbled before opening Louis a bit further.
And then he was pushing in and they both let out a relieved gasp, Harry groaned loudly as his head fell on the back of Louis’ neck, one hand holding his hip tightly, the other opening Louis to him.
“Fuck - You’re taking me so well…” he kept babbling, moving his hips and Louis opened the mouth to gasp but nothing came out. “Like you were meant for me - meant for my cock-”
“So - so good-”
“I know-” Harry groaned, biting at Louis’ shoulder and making the older man moan, falling back into him and letting Harry take what he wanted. “You can come again, baby?”
“I - I think - I think so-”
Harry hummed happily, his hand previously holding Louis open to him sliding to his neglected cock and working him out.
“Oh God!” Louis screamed, his hand falling on Harry’s wrist and helping him move. “Harry!”
“So perfect-” groaned the curly man, pushing in deeply. “So pretty- so- God-”
And Harry pushed his hips deeper, coming with a low growl and a shaking body.
His orgasm triggered Louis’ second one.
Everything was pleasure.
Nothing else existed.
Only them, together, in that shower.
🏎️
Harry ended up washing Louis’ tired body before he walked them both to bed, cuddling under the covers like it was a normal thing to do.
“You were great today on the track, baby.” said Harry again, kissing his head.
Louis smiled, nuzzling closer.
“You too.” he admitted softly. “You were great in there, too.” he teased about the shower and Harry laughed sleepily, bringing him even closer.
“You’re always great there.” he murmured, pinching Louis’ ass.
Louis chuckled.
“Your sweater is mine, though.”
Harry said nothing for a while, but then in a whisper…
“Anything you want, baby.”
Louis was about to leave the hotel room the next morning - with Harry’s sweater in hand of course, but when he turned around he found Harry still asleep on the bed with his arms stretched out like he was waiting for Louis to be back in his arms.
“Fuck.” Louis groaned, looking at the ceiling for a second.
He was cute.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
FUCK
Louis sighed and laid down his bag quietly before walking to the side of the bed.
Harry was on his back, a curl falling on his closed eyes and Louis reached hesitantly to move it from his forehead, letting his fingers graze his skin softly.
He had to leave.
He had too.
But first…
“Goodbye, Haz.” he murmured, leaning in to kiss Harry’s cheek softly.
The curly one stayed asleep but smiled, muttering something that made absolutely no sense and then falling back asleep.
Louis’ heart was warm.
So warm.
(Fuck.)
Harry - Look at that.
Louis waited but nothing came.
Louis - Look at what?
Harry - I’ve lost my link.
Harry - Please hold on a second.
Louis laughed in front of his phone.
Oh my God Harry was such a boomer.
How could he be younger than Louis?
Louis - God, you suck.
And then he got the text.
It was a link and Louis clicked on it.
“Styles and Tomlinson’s fierce battle in Sakhir : Who will come out on top?”
Harry - I think we definitely know who is on top between us, Lou ;)
“The worst!” Louis whispered in front of his phone but he was laughing and his cheeks were hot and probably red.
Louis - This bottom is going to kick your arse.
Harry - Haha ! I’m the one taking care of arses in this relationship, baby.
Louis - First, we’re not in a relationship. Two, I’m not your baby. Three, my arse is not yours.
Harry - It IS mine, though.
Louis - I hate you so much.
Harry - My hotel room is always open for you to express your hate, baby.
Louis wanted to shout in frustration.
(He also wanted to take Harry’s offer.)
Louis was trying to sleep in their jet back home but Charles kept watching him.
And it was starting to get annoying.
“What the fuck?” he finally snapped.
Charles looked way too smug when he opened the mouth again.
“You’re seeing someone.”
Louis blushed and sat up straight.
“I’m not.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m not !”
The taller man smirked and leant his elbows on his knees.
“I don’t believe you.”
“And I don’t care.”
“I’m going to figure it out, you know.” he bit down a smirk. “And I already have my little idea…”
Louis absolutely froze.
Because he didn’t want to talk about it and he didn’t want people to talk about it.
Whatever Charles thought he knew?
He was wrong.
(But Louis wouldn’t take the chance of him being right.)
“You should be focusing on your races, I’m in front of you in the championship, you know.”
Charles laughed happily at that.
“I can do both. I’m that good, Louis.”
Oh God.
How could Louis be surrounded by smug fuckers all of the time?!
He was doomed.
(Was it bad that he kept wanting to text Harry?)
(It had to be bad, right?)
(Or it was perfectly normal for someone you had a lot of amazing sex with.)
(Yes, it was perfectly normal.)
(Everything was fine.)